Ravel felt that he was trading his life today for the time to use the magic net.
As a monk servant, he had been hiding in the court of heresy for almost half a month.
During this half a month, he had been traveling on the frosty plains with the judges. He had only arrived at the underground base yesterday.
Ravel glanced at the signal on his magic net interface. It had gradually changed from yellow to red.
The Inquisitor was already three to four meters away from him. If she took a few more steps forward, Ravel would fall into a world that was disconnected from the magic net.
Fortunately, a group of Monk servants beside Ravel moved because of her hand gesture. The Monk Servants followed the Inquisitor.
Ravel also blended into the group of monks and servants. He carefully followed behind the group of monks and servants, barely maintaining the signal at yellow.
The judge walked deeper underground, and the monks and servants followed him.
